Urgh, we're sick. On Sunday Matt had a GI issue, then on Monday Charlotte was sluggish and whiny & then puked fantastically after dinner. Yesterday Charlotte was coughing, sad and pukey, and I was sad and pukey. Charlotte woke up at 5 am this morning, crying because her throat was hurting so bad. We snuggled out on the couch, and I dosed her with Tylenol. What a day. Matt's taking her to the doctor this afternoon. I feel so bad for her. I really hope she doesn't have an infection or something. I used to get bronchitis and strep throat a lot, so that's my concern.
I was changing Charlotte's diaper and getting her ready to go, and she was cheerful enough to carry on this conversation:
C: And gonna see a fishing tank, and there are cwabs. Hermit cwabs inna shells. Say "fishes." [pause] Say "FISHES." [looking at me expectantly]
Me: Oh. Oh! "Fishes."
C: Good job, Mama. You say "fishes." Good job.